The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
A. S. ByattRead
Why do we take pleasure in gruesome death, neatly packaged as a puzzle to which we may find a satisfactory solution through clues - or if we are not clever enough, have it revealed by the all-powerful tale-teller at the end of the book? It is something to do with being reduced to, and comforted by, playing by the rules.
Interpretation
The quote explores our fascination with horror and death in storytelling and the comfort found in having rules to follow.
A. S. Byatt highlights the paradoxical enjoyment we derive from narratives that involve gruesome death. These stories engage us as we piece together clues and seek solutions, suggesting that the structure governed by rules provides both a sense of comfort and distraction from the chaos of real life.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the appeal of crime novels and thrillers.
The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
It's because I'm a feminist that I can't stand women limiting other women's imaginations. It really makes me angry.
Never stop paying attention to things. Never make your mind up finally. Do not hold beliefs.
Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.
I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.
Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Not he who has little, but he whose wishes more, is poor.
Although we give lip service to the notion of freedom, we know the government is no longer the servant of the people but, at last has become the people's master. We have stood by like timid sheep while the wolf killed - first the weak, then the strays, then those on the outer edges of the flock, until at last the entire flock belonged to the wolf.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
We have a habit of turning to scientists when we want factual answers and artists when we want entertainment, but where are the facts about the nature of the self? Neurologists peering at PET scans and fMRIs know they aren't seeing the soul in there.
Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. It, too, undergoes transformations. Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.
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